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Star is Lightning, the way lays steady upon the day. May suffocate the black endurance of the night, close is the darkness.

Start the belling of the bells from down bellow the hells, when heaven is the closest call, sacrifice the ancient turn of falls.

Start believing in the final call, from the bells, they‘re rather good a at all, so feel and love and crawl, caress the sound so stall, it escapes the slightest slip and all, goes silently into dawn too tall.